He couldn’t believe he’d left her like that. He’d flashed out of Robin’s room as if the hounds of hell were on his heels. Tavek paced the length of his room still naked and on urge. There was laughter and singing from downstairs, a celebration of sorts, but it did nothing to distract from his pacing. His body was tight with tension and a need he couldn’t believe was coursing through him. The need to claim his blood slave as his mate.
And he had almost gone through with it. The rush of feeling as her small teeth sank into his neck skidded over his skin. Tavek shivered and his c**k hardened, curving towards his stomach. He stumbled over his feet, coming to a stop.
He fisted himself and groaned. It felt like he was going to explode if he didn’t…
He traced back into Robin’s room. The scent
